The Female Psychology PHD Got Time Travelled To The Royal Harem

Chapter 57

Indeed, when Consort Shu said she was full, the Xuanwu Emperor, Empress Zhu, and several princes and princesses turned to look at Jiang Xinyue, who had already stuffed half a chicken leg into her mouth.

The differences between people are truly vast.

Jiang Xinyue's movements were refined, appearing graceful, but in reality, she quickly finished a chicken leg. Then, blushing, she smiled sheepishly and said, "Sister Consort Shu doesn't indulge in food, but I'm afraid I can't help it. I love eating the most."

Indirectly praising the host who prepared the feast for the excellent dishes, someone replied to her, knowing that in the eyes of the common people outside the palace, whether emperor or consort, all were masters: "Consort Shu is wonderful, and so is Consort Zhen. Being able to eat is a blessing; Consort Zhen is truly fortunate."

The titles "Consort Shu" and "Consort Zhen" clearly distinguished their ranks.

Everyone at the table echoed the sentiment, but Jiang Xinyue didn't take it to heart. If she weren't in favor today, she would have been met with mockery and ridicule instead.

The Xuanwu Emperor looked at her indulgently: "Don't praise her too much. She can't be flattered. Who will you complain to when she eats you out of house and home?"

"Your Majesty~"

Jiang Xinyue playfully protested as she took another big mouthful of rice, displeased with the Emperor's public teasing. Her indignant little expression was no different from that of an innocent child.

"See? She can't even take a joke."

At the officials' table, the Minister of Ministry of Rites poured a cup of wine for Vice Minister Jiang and nodded towards the Emperor's table: "Consort Zhen has been in the palace for over half a year, rising rapidly from a talented lady to her current position. Her promotion speed is almost supernatural. When you soar to greater heights in the future, brother Jiang, don't forget about us old friends!"

The officials from the Ministry of Rites all raised their cups, their attitudes noticeably more cordial than before.

Vice Minister Jiang humbly shook his head: "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. It's all thanks to your guidance that I've come this far. I hope to progress together with all my colleagues... together we progress."

By mid-afternoon, all the spring plowing procedures had concluded. Jiang Xinyue sighed in relief that it wasn't summer plowing; otherwise, those of them unaccustomed to such physical labor would probably have fainted from heatstroke.

As they returned to the palace, there were fewer commoners on the streets than when they had left. After all, each family had their own affairs to attend to and couldn't spend the whole day just watching the spectacle.

"Aunt... Aunt, look, Father is over there! Right in front of Big Sister's carriage."

Aunt Ruan, wearing a veiled hat, was supported by Jiang Junze and Jiang Xinyan as they moved forward. The surrounding crowd wasn't too dense, and seeing the group's rich attire, they made way for them.

Jiang Xinyue, as if telepathically connected, lifted the carriage window and immediately spotted Aunt Ruan's beautiful face – one that could bewitch any man who laid eyes on it.

She finally understood that her own top-tier beauty indeed resembled her birth mother by eighty percent. It seemed that back then, her father had been captivated by this beauty, disregarding others' opinions to request the Marquis of Ruyang to bestow upon him a lowly dancer as his favored concubine.

It's worth noting that in the Great Yan Dynasty, social classes were strictly defined. Officials were officials, commoners were commoners, and even among commoners, there were distinctions between lowborn and freeborn. A marquis's dancing girl was considered lowborn.